He nodded. "After I killed Benton in the Zag House. You told me you had studied me for twenty years."
"And remember, I was the little girl in the checkered apron. When you were fishing…"
He looked at her in surprise. "You knew about that? It wasn't just part of the Zag dream?"
"Identification," said Herkimer. "So that you could identify her as a friend, as someone you had known before and who was close to you. So that you would accept her as a friend."
"But it was a dream."
"A Zag dream," said Herkimer. "The Zag is one of us. His race will benefit if destiny can stand for everyone and not the human race alone."
Sutton said, "Trevor is too confident. Not just pretending to be confident, but really confident. I keep coming back to that crack he made. 'Go out,' he said, 'and butt your head some more.' "
"He's counting on you as a human being," Eva said.
Sutton shook his head. "I can't think that's it. He must have some scheme up his sleeve, some maneuver that we won't be able to check."
Herkimer spoke slowly. "I don't like that, sir. The war's not going too well as it is. If we had to win, we'd be lost right now."